Six years off the piss.
After today, when I never once thought of scuttling off to the bar during a Melbourne Adelaide match which would have driven better men than me back to the bottle, it's prohibition time.
Get off the booze you pathetic people. Seriously, don't give me any "but I always enjoy one after work" or "what's wrong with one wine during dinner" or "Jeez, I could murder a cold one or ten". Sad. Soft.
Give it away.
If I were you and you were me, we'd try this: every time you feel like a drink in May, grab a softy; every time you are offered a drink in May, say no thanks. Then, if you haven't had a drink in May, try the same in June.
I dare ya.